Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Here we are again this week. Today we’re strolling through a virtual mansion built in the early 19th Century. We’re here to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer’s group. Our hostess, who leads us to a gathering in the massive virtual dining room, is the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Rochelle. Thanks again, Rochelle.
To read the other stories from group members, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box, after clicking on the link. The link for the other stories this week is as follows:
Genre: Speculative Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
PLEASE BE WARNED by P.S. Joshi
How I wish now I’d never let my cousin Bea talk me into going to inspect the old Marlowe place. It had been a stunner in its day–all marble, crystal, hand carving, and hardwood flooring. Now it was an empty, dusty, rotting shell, smelling of mold and mildew.
No one had lived in it for decades since the tragedy of the last Marlowes. Mr. Marlowe had gone insane, shooting his wife and three children.
I noticed the chill when we walked in. It was 90 degrees outside.
The worst part was the children heard my name and followed me out.